Forever and a Day

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Featured Review on this writing by Sue Harris

I could write forever and a day and still be chock-full of ideas.
Ideas flow from my pen like water from a faucet, drenched with visceral details and daring plots of a boat on the stormy sea.
It ascends to the air bringing with it a tidal wave of grief as two sailor girls mourn the mother they saw drowning in the swirling depths.
Depths a feisty fish swims through, wishing one day he too can fly above that mountain.
In the distance, Danielle, a pigtailed Viking, battles a behemoth giant who climbed from that volcano now beginning to erupt.
Near a Cherokee village, Pilar lays unconscious in the center of a native tent while a medicine man presses herbs into a smoking pot, creating a paste.
For that one lone polar bear, crying as she searches the tundra for her cubs.
Lost in the belly of a hungry whale, a girl wakes covered in slime fighting her way.
Out in the desert, a hiker drinks his last sip of water, hoping he’ll survive the next ten miles.
Miles two girls with prosthetic legs run, competing for the same special Olympics medal.
“Special delivery,” A man, carrying flowers, walks in on his wife making love to his best friend in the bed he built to share with her.
“Share this,” a popular chick snickers, as she records a nerdy girl undressing.
In the locker room, a girl grips the toilet bowl while she vomits a cup of chicken noodle soup two hundred calories over her limit.
Over in the meadow a teen girl kisses a boy for the first time and prays he likes it as much as she does.
“Does the moon have a baby,” Martha asks.
“I don’t know.” Mama strokes Martha’s forehead burning up with fever.
Fever Fred feels for the girl next door.
“Next,” A woman invites her client in for their therapy appointment and screams when he pulls out a gun.
From his pocket, he retrieves a sticker and hands it to a bald girl, smiling atop her hospital bed.
On my desk, sits a paper bearing the first word my son has ever written.
A funny word that makes me laugh out loud and offers me the plot for my next story.
I could write forever and a day and still be chock-full of ideas.


Submitted: September 22, 2018

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A very nice engaging story, Joy. The plot gripped me and held my interest throughout.

Love and Hugs,

Sat, September 22nd, 2018 1:51am


Thank you, my friend. Appreciate you taking the time to read and comment! Glad you enjoyed it.

Fri, September 21st, 2018 8:51pm

Sue Harris

I love this, Joy. Such a clever way of linking so many random thoughts and ideas that provoke a tidal wave of emotions. A unique and exceptionally well written piece. Bravo!

Sat, September 22nd, 2018 11:13am


Thank you, Sue! Really appreciate your comment!

Sat, September 22nd, 2018 4:46am


It is, isn't many ideas to be found in so many places. Nicely put in to words, Joy.

Sat, September 22nd, 2018 8:18pm


Thank you!

Sat, September 22nd, 2018 2:32pm

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